"THE THINGS WE DID AND DIDN'T DO"
THE MAGNETIC FIELDS
All the things I knew I didn't know and didn't want to know
that you told me just to tell me later that you'd told me so
come flooding back to me now Come on Come flooding back to me now
All the things you said you'd never say and you said anyway
The things we did and didn't do The things we did and didn't do
come flooding back to me now
"PARADES GO BY"
THE MAGNETIC FIELDS
"I THINK I NEED A NEW HEART"
THE MAGNETIC FIELDS
"JOURNEY OF THE MOON THROUGH SORROW (THE MILLER)"
LOREN AUERBACH & BERT JANSCH
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9cpImNC3Jk
"ROSEMARY LANE"
BERT JANSCH
"TELL ME, WHAT IS TRUE LOVE"
BERT JANSCH
Tell me, what is true love?
Tell me, how shall I know?
Shall there be a sign, like Autumn
That brings the Winter snow?
Well love is like a little boy
Building castles in the sand
And the higher he builds them
The longer they stand.
And if someone did shoot down
The white snowy dove
Then your heart is filled with sorrow
Like the pain of true love.
"GO YOUR WAY MY LOVE"
BERT JANSCH
Drawing water from the well
Spilling over on the grass.
Walking homeward my mind is filled with pain,
Woe is me.
Go your own way, my love,
Go your way, my love.
And as I wander through the trees
Picking up the windy leaves,
Looking where you may be sleeping now,
I wanna die.
Go your own way, my love,
Go your way, my love.
As I sit mending your clothes
That you will never ever wear,
Looking daily for you I do prepare
But woe is me.
Go your own way, my love,
Go your way, my love.
Is there walking some far land
And have you gone to lend your hand,
And do you lie broken and dying now
I wanna die.
Go your own way, my love,
Go your way, my love.
Drawing water from the well
Spilling over on the grass.
Oh woe.
Go your own way, my love,
Go your way, my love.
"A WOMAN LIKE YOU"
BERT JANSCH
I don't believe I have seen
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit that I can't see
My making you into a dream
But if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart
And a broken heart won't cure my endless search, little girl
I'm going to fix a magic spell to weave on you little girl
L for the long grass to catch you in
O for the orange that sweetens sin
V for this very moment
E for thee
I'd rather wait and die
A thousand times little girl
Than take a woman into
the heart of my soul
And if I catch you sleeping all unawares
I'll carry you off to my secret lair
There I'll bind your heart to my very soul
I don't believe I have seen
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit I can't see
May making you into a dream
And if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart
"AUTUMN GOLD"
ANDY IRVINE & PAUL BRADY
My mood is clothed in Autumn’s shades
My summer sun begins to fade
Fading away with the waning year
Changing my tempo now Autumn is here
Time to leave my friends behind
I leave this town with you on my mind
The dead leaves are burning, the year is decaying
Winter returning, no use in delaying
One week ago we walked by here
I never dreamed life’s death was so near
We laughed and played the summer through
The sun is going and I must go too
Autumn Gold, then Winter snow
The sun goes south but it's north I must go
Leaving this town and the friends that I know
It’s late in the year - there’ll be ice and snow
When the sun returns I’ll come back too
I’ll write a song and I’ll sing it for you
"AIN'T GOT NO, I GOT LIFE"
NINA SIMONE
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed
Ain't got no mind
Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God
And what have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away?
Got my hair, got my head
Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, got my chin
Got my neck, got my boobs
Got my heart, got my soul
Got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, got my hands
Got my fingers, got my legs
Got my feet, got my toes
Got my liver, got my blood
I've got life, I've got my freedom
I've got the life
I've got the life
And I'm gonna keep it
I've got the life
And nobody's gonna take it away
I've got the life
"THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN"
NINA SIMONE
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one
If I had only listened of what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
Now, my mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Lord, is when he's on the drunk
Somebody go get my baby sister
Tell her to do, not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Yes, I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one
If I had only listened of what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
"DAY AND NIGHT"
NINA SIMONE
"MY MAN'S GONE NOW"
NINA SIMONE
My man's gone now
Ain't no use a listenin'
For his tired footsteps
Climbin' up the stairs
Old man sorrow's
Come to keep me company
Whisperin' beside me
When I say my prayers
When I say my prayers
He come aroud
He come up, he come around
Ain't that I mind workin'
Workin' means travelers
Journeyin' togheter
To the promised land
But old man sorrow
Mountin' all the way with me
Tell' me that I'm old now
Since I lose my man
Since I lose my man
Since I lose my man
"THOSE MIGHTY BEASTS OF HOLM"
CAHALEN MORRISON
In the year 1918 when the war came tumbling down
All men that were spared were home to Scotland bound
The foaming shores of France all churned and lay there washed in red
The mauled the mamed on a namely ship instead
Across the channel wide and to the north she did sail
A sea of fire couldn’t slow her down, nor could the strongest gale
She sailed away from Kyle of Lochalsh on the last day of the year
Filled with all the eager boys, she was Lewis bound to steer
The sails were full on the Iolaire, as an eagle spreads it’s wings
They cut across the Minch’s deep, feeling rich as any king
But as the lights of the harbor came, as a beacon in the night
The waves they crashed and the sea it roared and they saw a dreadful sight
The captain cried an awful noise, a name they’d heard before
Then a sound came thundering like death knocking at your door
Below the waves all sleeping still, for nowhere did they roam
They’d laid in wait, like some crooked fate, those mighty Beasts of Holm
As the sea came rushing in, and the ship was sinking fast
Two hundred weary sailors swam and saw their home the last
Their leather boots like cannonballs pulled and tugged them down
And who the war had spared, the sea it claimed them now
In the year 1919, the first of days to come
The Iolaire in the harbor sat, for this war had not been won
The mast it stood one hundred yards, like a branch up toward the sky
The last tree out on Lewis stood, as tall and sad goodbye
All the island mothers walked, and combed the windy shores
Sons washed up one by one in twos and threes and fours
Below the waves all sleeping still, for nowhere did they roam
They’d laid in wait, like some crooked fate, those mighty Beasts of Holm
"DANSA DE LA PRIMAVERA"
MARIA DEL MAR BONET
"IF I WERE A CARPENTER"
BOBBY DARIN
"COTTON CANDY (ON A SUMMER DAY)"
LEONARD NIMOY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVVxe8hiKyk
"MAIDEN WINE"
LEONARD NIMOY
Take care, young ladies, and value your wine.
Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime.
Deeply they'll swallow from your finest kegs;
then swiftly begone, leaving bitter dregs.
Ah, bitter dregs.
With smiling words and tender touch;
man offers little and they ask so much.
He loves in the breathless excitement of night;
then leaves with your treasure in cold morning light.
Ah, in cold morning light.
